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Anders ([personal profile] not_every_mage) wrote2014-12-12 11:45 am

Room 322, Friday Lunchtime

Anders' classes were over for the semester, which left him the very good question of what to do with himself for the next three weeks. He'd woken up restless and tried poking at Tumblr about bisexuality, which mainly left him confused and vaguely angry; he'd then tried to teach Lachlan to walk on a leash, which left him with an angry cat and a deep scratch along the outside of one arm.

He was still pouting at his cat when he retreated to his dorm room to read a halfway-decent grimoire on offensive magic that he'd liberated from the Magic Box. He absently created and suppressed tiny flames with his left hand for practice while turning pages with his right -- which went splendidly until Lachlan jumped up onto the bed and startled Anders into scorching his blanket.

It was possibly not the day to play with fire.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post, bored player.]
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward, bored out of his mind, had gone wandering. Going wandering had left him confused, still bored, and eventually, at Anders' doorstep.

He poked his head through the half-an-opening the door left. "You have any idea what's with the candles, mate?"
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Half my room's covered, most of the hallway, couple of the common rooms," Edward offered. "Looks nice and romantic, but they'll set something aflame yet."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems like a bit of a waste of time," Edward mused, prying the door the rest of the way open with his foot. "Then again, why question the island? If it's decided to burn down the dorms, we can always leap out the windows."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It helped having a supernatural sixth sense that let you unfailingly pinpoint the nearest stack of soft materials whenever you threw yourself off a building. It really did.

"Town?" Edward suggested, lazily kicking the door so it sort-of closed behind him. "Couple of open buildings there, I think."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dare say the homes down in the village are a far sight better than just having a roof," Edward said. "Never could figure out how they keep the draft out that well."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever it is, I'm hoping some class next term shares the secret," Edward said, claiming a seat for his own. (He didn't need anyone's permission, all right?) "It'd save me some cold nights back home."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I could gather the resources and the knowledge, of course I would," Edward said lightly. "But those are great big ifs, aren't they?"
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-12 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's all I could think about some nights," Edward said. "Try living near the coast in a home that's falling apart around you."

He eyed Anders. "How bad was that Circle you lived in? A tower, aye?"
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-13 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose they still cared about keeping you alive, then," Edward mused. "But aye, you're right, still a prison. Makes a man wish it wasn't a choice between one or the other, though."

He shot Anders an amused look. "Especially when you're a man so ill-suited to sleeping without a roof."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-13 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward would prefer not to think about Anders' compensations, so he didn't.

"Ah, so they're the 'not quite so terrible' Templars," Edward said idly.
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-13 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"The nobles?" Edward said. He shrugged. "They don't care until it's time to pay their taxes. Or you offend one of their children. Then they make your life miserable."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-13 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward pulled a face. "He was harassing some poor woman in a tavern," he said. "Bloody lordlings always think they own everything, including the people."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2014-12-13 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll have you know, I looked very heroic and the lass got out without trouble," Edward informed him primly.

After a beat: "I also got this to show off."

He tugged on his collar, where you could sort of see the vague outlines of a scar.